15. Matt
Chapter 15
Matt
T oday was a huge success and I know I couldn’t have pulled it off without Kylie and Sadie. I still can’t believe that she got my uncle’s car up and running. Seeing my dad drive it into the winery, I nearly fell over. The memories that car holds, between me and her, me and my uncle, and what can now be between me and my son, are priceless.
And it’s all thanks to Kylie.
Having her by my side today was everything. And it had me imagining and wishing for so much more. When I thought I had written off love and marriage all together, she reminded me I don’t have to give up. I can still have the love I always wanted and give it to Liam too. But if it’s not with her, none of it matters. And I have no idea if she’s ready to move on so quickly, if she wants to try again, or if we’re even compatible anymore.
That's a lie. We’ve always been compatible.
And her giving me that car today? It took all I had to hold myself back from pulling her into the storage room to show her how appreciative I was.
But we’re not there anymore and I don’t want to disappoint myself by envisioning life with her only to have her turn me down. And even though she said the relationship with Patrick really ended a long time ago, I won’t push myself on her. I need her to come to me. I need her to be ready and show me.
The light rain that started falling an hour and a half ago began to chase people away, but when the downpour hit, it chased the remaining wine die-hards to their cars. I ushered Liam into the truck with my mom and dad and sent them home saying I would lock up for the night. Cleaning up and counting the register can happen tomorrow. Tonight, I just need to get to bed, try to contain my thoughts, maybe touch my dick to the thought of Ky?—
Banging on the door to the back deck stops my thoughts. I walk there quickly, but before I can open it, the knob is twisting and in walks Kylie, drenched from the rain. The lightning that flashes behind her illuminates her shadow and the sound of the rain filters in.
“Ky? What are you doing?”
She stands just inside, rain dripping from the ends of her hair. “I had to come back.” She takes a deep breath and says, “I know you remember.”
“Remember what?”
“That car. What we did. How we felt.”
Memories flash. She and I at prom. She and I driving around town because we didn’t want to lose the feeling of being ‘just us.’ The way she felt when I slid inside for the first time. The way she looked when I touched her and thrust deep. The way she wrapped her arms around me as we sat, roof open, under the stars until four in the morning.
“I remember it all,” leaves my lips before any more can be thought about. And when it does, she leaps into my arms. Her hands tangle into the hair at the base of my neck. Her body presses against mine and our tongues duel. I wrap my arms around her back, holding her tight, needing to feel every inch of her that I've missed for fifteen years.
“Are you sure?” she whispers.
“Am I sure? Kylie, It’s always been you.”
She holds on even tighter, and I slam the door, keeping the rain at bay, and begin to walk us backward. I hear it on the windows, on the roof, but our moans and pants are louder. I feel like a teenager, this want and need is stronger than anything else, and I have to remind myself I’m a thirty-four-year-old man. But Kylie brings me right back to the carnal part of love.
“From the moment I knew you were back in Starlight, Matt, everything changed.”
She clings to me and there is no better feeling right now. But all I’m seeing is how it was. I need to focus on the here and now. Right now. How we feel, what we say. It’s a different time.
She kisses me again. It’s different this time. Like having a door swing wide open, welcoming in the love I once knew. My heart is racing as I pull back and ask, “Here?”
“Yes,” she breathes out as we tug at our clothes. It's a passion like I’ve never felt. Ripping her wet clothes from her body, we laugh as we fight with pulling her jeans off. She grabs for my t-shirt, and I kick off my sneakers. She’s down to her bra and panties, I’m in my boxers, and there’s no more wondering. The room is dim, only the bar light casting a soft glow and the occasional flash of lightning that cuts through the storm outside. Thunder rolls in the distance like some warning, or maybe it’s approval. I know what I want it to be.
But either way, even in the half-dark, I see her perfectly.
She’s gorgeous. Better than I remember. “You’re amazing.” She tucks her head into my shoulder, but I pull her back and let my gaze wash over her. “Let me see, let me remember.”
“It’s been so long,” she whispers.
“I know, but I’ve never forgotten how beautiful you are.”
And then I pull her straps down, palm her breasts as she pulls at my boxers. The first graze of her fingers along my cock makes me gasp, and I can't believe I'm here again.
My Kylie.
“This isn’t very romantic,” she says, and I laugh against her lips as she kisses me once again.
“What I want right now isn’t romantic.” I fall into one of the chairs and pull her onto me. She grinds against me. I pull her panties to the side, thumbing her clit, and she cries out. “Is this okay?”
“More than okay.”
I don’t think twice. I can’t think at all right now. I need to be inside her. Wondering whether it is a good idea to travel this road again will come tomorrow because right now, I just need her.
“Matt?”
“What?”
“Stop thinking and fuck me already.”
An emotion I can’t name bubbles through my chest. I grab my dick as she leans up on her toes and position it at her entrance before she’s coming down on me. “Wait, Ky. I don't have a condom.”
“I don't care. I’m clean and on birth control.”
“Oh fuck,” I call out and breathe through my nose trying to keep myself under control. My head falls forward against her breasts, and she tilts my face up to meet hers. Taking my lips in the sweetest kiss ever, she begins to rock her hips in a wave motion over me.
“Move with me.” She bites my bottom lip gently and I feel her smile against my mouth. I grab her hips and urge her to keep her rhythm.
“Ky.” I lean my head back, and her hair falls like a curtain around us. Her arms are draped over my shoulders and I have hold of her hips. I smooth my hands up her back, and she leans down to kiss me again. “I could do this all day. I always loved kissing you.” As she continues to ride me, I say, “I guess this is kind of like prom night, right?”
She giggles. “Yeah, that back seat wasn’t so spacious. Are you sure this chair will hold us?”
I thrust from underneath her and pull her hips down on me. “Let’s see how much it can take. I’ll gladly go down swinging.”
She holds onto my neck and drops her head back as her hips continue to work me just right. I take a nipple between my teeth lightly and flick with my tongue. “Matt!” she calls out, sitting upright, wrapping her arms around my shoulders, and burying her head in my neck. “Do it. Make me come.”
I wrap my arms tight around her hips and piston up inside her. She matches my rhythm, and within moments I feel her squeezing my cock.
“Fuck! Kylie!” I yell out, and she whimpers.
“Yes, right there!” Her pussy spasms around me, and I follow her into ecstasy. Our breathing returns to normal as the rain hits harder on the windows around us. A flash of lighting brings her face into bright view, smile and all.
She teases. “Guess the chair could take it.”
“Just about as good as you can take it.”
She giggles and falls forward against my chest, and I moan. “Damn, you still squeeze me just as tight as you used to.”
“Matt!” she exclaims.
“What? It’s the truth.”
She sighs and I cradle her to me. My thoughts race. What did we just do? Did she really want this? Was it a pity fuck? A remember me fuck?
“Your heart is beginning to race again, Matthew. What are you thinking?” she says against my chest.
I squeeze her round ass as she pulls away from me. I slide out of her, feeling completely empty. I watch as she fixes her panties and grabs my t-shirt, throwing it on over her body. I watch her pull another chair over and she sits next to me, tossing my boxers my way.
“Just like that, we’re done?”
“We’re in your family’s winery and I’ve no idea if someone is going to pop up.”
“Hm,” I laugh quietly. “Just like in the Porsche.”
“My dress was freaking huge and there was no way I'd get back into it quickly if someone came up on us! I had to keep it on! ”
I slide my boxers up my legs, lifting just enough to cover myself and sitting back down before squeezing her thigh and pulling her leg over my lap, laying my hand on her. I don’t want to let go.
“I meant what I said earlier.”
She smirks. “Clearly.”
I roll my eyes and let out a laugh. “I mean what I said about the memories, the winery, the car. All of it. Thank you.”
Her brows raise. “You didn't say any of that.”
“I didn’t say thank you?”
She crosses her arms. “Nope. Not that I heard anyway.”
I lean in close, uncrossing her arms and letting them drop to her sides while I run my hands up her thighs, teasing the inner part of her legs. “Then hear this, Miss Johnson.” I squeeze her and she giggles, closing her legs and trapping my hands between them. “Coming back here tonight was the best thing you ever did.”
“Oh? Best thing for me, or you?”
I bite my bottom lip. “By the sounds coming out of your mouth, I’d say you.” I dodge her as she swats at me, jumping from the chair, and when she stands to chase me, I catch her and pull her in close, nibbling at her neck. “I’m teasing you and you know it.”
“You were louder than me. Always were.”
I huff out a laugh. “You’re the only one who knows how to make me scream, KJ.”